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Well on a Greyhound bound for Shreveport Iíd been too long in my seat
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I stopped off in a no named town to grab a bite to eat
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And the ceiling fans they hungíd above a screened in patio
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Crawfish hotter than a chimney fire the beer was cheap and cold
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And the bar mate smiled that kind of smile that knocked me off my stool
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Said hang around Iíll show you things they donít teach in school
Across the way an old blues man was playiní on the street
He moaned just like a black and tan, I found myself a seat
He sang ĎLord He lives above usí and Ďthe devil sleeps beneathí
Well he growled it mean and low between his three or four gold teeth
And I wished I was in Shreveport just a gambliní like a fool
Well you can learn somethings down there they donít teach in school
Well I dreamed that night of a pretty girl, I dreamed of a river boat
ĎTill a man in blue kicked at my shoes said come on boy, lets go
I said, oh officer, oh officer, please donít take me to jail
Said you canít sleep outside now my hands are tied, I knew that feeliní all too well
And if you play in my town son youíll play it by the rules
That downtown night shed light on sights that you wonít see in school
Out of Jail I found myself a-walkiní down the road
So glad to hear that ole Jake Brake come purriní nice and slow
Said Iíve gone as far a Fayetteville, Iíve got some room to spare
Could you drop me off at Fort Smith, Sir, well Iíve got family there
And he bought the Jack on that big black Mack, kickiní back I played it cool
From a shotgun seat I learned some thing they donít teach in school
Key change to E
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And I wished I was in Shreveport just a gambliní like a fool
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Well you can learn some things down there they donít teach in school
Well I said you can learn something down there they donít teach in school